Deep in the cosmos, Shang Yi's true form, bloodied, wielded the Sword of Mortal to rend the heavens and earth, streaking across the starry void at breakneck speed. He was fleeing—an occurrence unseen for ages since the era of the ancient sovereigns came to an end. He hadn't faced such a perilous chase, a hunt for his life, in eons.0

Today, however, he had been grievously wounded once already; if not for a technique superior even to the Hellish Phoenix Nirvana, he would have perished.0

For years, he had looked down upon the Land of Immortal Paths, standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid. This brutal pain darkened his complexion, yet he had no choice but to continue his escape.0

Fang Yuzhu alone was a formidable adversary, instilling deep wariness in him. The Shadow Couple, when united, nearly matched him in strength, and with others wielding their artifacts in pursuit, even his divine might couldn't withstand them.0

The fabric of space twisted as the Roaming Ark appeared, bearing a host of transcendent beings who locked onto him once again and rapidly approached.0

Shang Yi, sword in hand, understood that even the Sword of Mortal, an artifact of great power, couldn't match the speed of the Roaming Ark!0

Fang Yuzhu's bracelet shot forth, its dark base interspersed with twinkling white light, now transforming into a cosmic stellar ring. At the same time, the Shadow Father’s immortal umbrella spread out across the heavens with a tapestry of runes.0

The Divine Palace roared brilliantly, descending like a demon-suppressing meteor from the sky.0

Shang Yi, exerting every effort to dodge and counter, sighed. It was said he possessed several artifacts; some rumors were true, others false....0